Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 663 We are deeply sinful, we will never surrender!
"This planet is deeply sinful."

"Whether it's me or all of you, we are all born sinful and inexcusable; only destruction can bring redemption!"

Outside the church in the upper part of Desius's Nest City, the body of a priest lay on the ground, and a nobleman in a dark green robe wept bitterly.

He drew the symbol of a beast's claw on his face with his hands stained with the priest's blood, and so did the other followers.

These nobles of Shangchao had lost their former courage and splendor, instead exuding an aura of death.

They are waiting for destruction.

A smile appeared on the tear-streaked face of the nobleman in his dark green robe, and his tone softened:

"Here it comes, the wild beast is here."

He came to settle accounts with our sins and end the shame of our betrayal of the God-King…

Ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Vostonians were cowardly during the great upheaval when the emperor needed help the most, thus committing a deep shame and sin.

Now they are facing the reckoning for their sins.

whoosh-

The beam from the precision-engineered laser machine gun struck the nobleman.

Because there was no protection, the energy that shot into his heart instantly burned his artificial heart.

Even as death approached, he felt no fear, but instead showed gratitude to the one who had attacked him.
"I will return to the throne, and so will you."

The next second, the nobleman's head exploded like a watermelon from the blows of the bolt pistol.

His followers were covered in splattered blood and brains.

But those people showed no fear, no screams, they simply waited quietly for their final fate.

Since destruction is inevitable, it's better to end it here.

"A bunch of cowards and traitors."

Execute all heretics and traitors on the spot immediately!

The eldest son of the regiment's company commander, Yapol, put away his bolt pistol and angrily issued the order.

These nobles who participated in heretical sects are a complete disgrace to Vostonia!

The soldiers, clad in red armor, raised their laser machine guns and opened fire on all the nobles who had participated in the "End of the World" cult.

Strangely, there was no resistance during this time; the nobles sang hymns as they faced their inevitable deaths.

"Sir, the pastor was not murdered, but committed suicide."

The scouts came over and reported the results of their investigation. Their expressions were grim, which meant that the state church was also involved in acts of treason.

That's not an easy thing to handle.

"Clean the church!"

Yapol did not hesitate at all, nor was he worried about trouble from the state church; there was no need to worry.

The soldiers of the eldest son regiment stormed into the church on the orders of their company commander, and a new round of killings began.

All those who spread doomsday prophecies and succumb to the beasts of chaos will be brought to justice.

There is no room for negotiation.

"Sir, is there any point in us doing this?"

Suddenly, the adjutant spoke up and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the city shook violently with a roar, rubble rolled down from the buildings, and even a huge crack appeared in the ground of the square.

The corpses and unfortunate soldiers on the ground fell to the ground amidst screams.

They plummeted hundreds of meters down to the roof of the lower building, turning into a mangled mess of flesh.

Yapol seemed to have become accustomed to all of this.

"What do you mean by losing courage in fear, like a heretic, and betraying Vostonia?"

He glared fiercely at his adjutant: "We will not back down an inch. This is the Emperor's world, and we will never surrender!"

That was a speech given by Grand Marshal Voskh to the eldest sons of Vostonia before the Battle of Ningbo-Sa, and it later became a motto for people.

"We will fight to the last moment, even if it is all beyond redemption."

The eldest son, the company commander, added a sentence, his tone filled with loyalty to the emperor.

After the eldest sons finished cleaning the church, Yapol gathered them together and headed to the next area.

Their steps were synchronized, so resolute.

The adjutant seemed to realize something and turned to look behind him.

Behind them, the statue of Saint Nadalia, the guardian deity of Vostonia, had already been shattered in the previous turmoil.

The statue's broken head looked up at the sky, where cracks had long since spread and lava flames from the warp were burning fiercely.

Even more filth was flowing and pouring out.

In the distance, smoke rose from the ruins of one ruined city after another, engulfing the sky.

Just as the wicked people say.

The jewel of Vostoria is heading towards its doom under the attack of the terrifying beasts unleashed by the gods, with no chance of recovery.

And they, all the eldest sons of Vostoria, will fight to the death to repay the Emperor's pardon.

The nest was ravaged by terrifying beasts and then an earthquake struck, with each violent tremor causing countless buildings to collapse and be destroyed.

Hundreds of millions of lives have been lost in the natural disaster, and more areas are decaying in chaos, with the disorder escalating.

Those who survived knelt and prayed amidst the ruins.

They prayed that the God-Emperor would bestow His mercy to save this world from destruction.

"We may not be destroyed..."

Yapol noticed the adjutant's behavior and thought to himself.

According to a message from the top of the nest, the savior of the empire will come to the aid of Vostoria.

He believed the Tri-Headed Technical Political Council wouldn't lie, and that the savior seemed incredibly powerful.

Perhaps the other side can deal with that terrifying beast, allowing this poor world and the life within it to survive.

……

High walls form defensive positions outside Desius's nest city.

Towering metal walls stood tall, several layers of void shields rose up, and mechanical cannons gleamed with a cold light.

A somber atmosphere pervaded the area; this was the last line of defense, the only hope for billions of Vostorians.

This star sector capital, an industrial world closely connected to the Mechanicus, has armed itself with defensive walls almost to the teeth.

But all of this did not bring the soldiers any sense of security.

"Your Majesty, I truly cannot fathom what could possibly harm that terrifying beast."

The thirteenth eldest son, Marco, was breathing heavily and trembling all over; he could barely hold the divination instrument in his hand.

Just now, he witnessed a tragedy.

The Emperor Angels' plan to intercept the enemy failed.

The entire beneficiary chapter was wiped out, and even the chapter leader was torn apart and brutally swallowed by the gaping maw of a terrifying beast.

The silver-white Imperial Angels, capable of using psionic powers, were also wiped out.

The commander of this operation, whom the warriors called the Grand Master, was brutally crushed to death by a terrifying beast.

Like crushing an insect.

"The end is near, who can stop the destructive force from the warp now?!"

Marco couldn't imagine how the Empire could defeat the chaotic beast unleashed by the evil god, the one that brought about the end of the world.

They had tried shelling before, but all the shells inexplicably melted when they got close to the enemy.

Even when shells hit the opponent, they did not cause any damage. The beast's demonic body was as if it were forged from legendary radiant gold!
The Apocalypse-class missile launch platform, having used up almost all of its inventory, still could not stop the enemy's advance.

Once that terrifying beast breaches this high wall and enters the defensive perimeter, it will be enough to corrupt the entire hive region. This has already been proven.

Those hives whose high walls and defenses were destroyed were either engulfed in lava and flames or submerged in endless filth.

Everyone was corrupted; there was no chance of survival.

That was an attack of annihilation level!
Marco was not afraid of death; it was an honor to die on the battlefield and return to the throne.

But he could not bear such despair and helplessness.

"Please remain calm. The beneficiaries and the Grey Knights have bought the High Wall enough time."

The mechanical sage's electronic voice rang out, devoid of much emotion:

"Commander, order the soldiers to lure the enemy into the target area. Omnisiah's wisdom and fury will overwhelm everything."

Upon hearing this, Marco turned his head and looked. Seven or eight meters away was a huge, multi-legged mechanical construct, which was four or five meters tall.

The multi-legged mechanical creation before us is the Great Sage of Machines.

As for the other party's name, he didn't know. The names of high-ranking members of the Cult of Mechanics were too obscure, even full of binary symbols.

Even a regular technical priest would feel dizzy looking at it.

Even more remarkable is that the Great Sage's multi-legged mechanical body is almost integrated with the core machinery of the High Wall.

It was a colossal mechanical cannon, hundreds of meters long, filled with countless gears and complex structures, and also the core main cannon and strongest firepower of the Nest City's defense.

It is said that this colossal mechanical cannon can destroy a warship in near-Earth orbit with a single shot.

Upon receiving the Great Sage's instructions, Marco did not hesitate and ordered the armored forces to execute the plan.

Even if that plan meant the complete annihilation of the army.

Even if that armored unit didn't die from the trampling of the terrifying beasts, it would perish under the barrage of the Mechanical Sage's artillery fire.

"Necessary sacrifices".

The eldest son, the regimental commander, took a deep breath and comforted himself in this way.

That was the only chance the high walls had to fight back; they had to succeed, or the entire hive would be destroyed.

Any price is worth paying to avoid annihilation.

If Marco hadn't stayed behind to command, he would have fought alongside the armored units, just like his other eldest sons.

His father and eldest son both served in the armored forces, dedicating themselves to the God Emperor in a glorious capacity.

This is the eldest son's group, where fathers and sons fight side by side, while brothers, sisters, or cousins ​​forge weapons for their relatives in factories at the rear.

That's also why Vostonia's weapons are of far superior quality to those of other regions of the Empire.

The weapon makers knew all too well that every laser machine gun, every cannon, and every grenade could end up in the hands of their fathers and brothers.

In war, any oversight with a weapon, whether it jams or goes out of bounds, can lead to the user's death.

Therefore, they must go all out and deliver the best weapons.

Whether commoners or nobles, the eldest son always participated in the war with honor.

when--

The mechanical clock tolled, sparks flew as electric arcs crackled around the mechanical sage, and data flowed across the electronic eye:

"Please be sure to guide the target to the designated location."

When the countdown of one hundred Terra standard seconds reaches zero, this sacred mechanical device will, in accordance with the will of the Supreme Mechanical God, activate its destructive power.

As he spoke, the colossal mechanical cannon, hundreds of meters long, trembled violently and began to gather energy.

The energy from one large fusion plasma reactor after another is fed into the core main gun of this nest city.

Many nest-city areas were affected and lost their energy supply, resulting in more collapses and secondary damage.

That's the price you have to pay to launch an attack.

This mechanized cannon, powered by the Nest City's energy, can unleash power far exceeding that of shipborne artillery, enough to destroy any possible target.

Such powerful weapons are rare even within the Empire itself; only those forging worlds or important industrial worlds possess them.

Using weapons designed to deal with large ships and fortresses against Chaos entities is an unprecedented act.

At this moment, Marco no longer paid attention to the giant mechanical cannon, but focused on commanding the mechanical troops and guiding the terrifying beast to the target area.

He saw horrific carnage in the oracle: every time the enemy trampled, a super-heavy tank was destroyed; every time a giant axe was swung, the steel wall defenses collapsed.

The earth trembled.

The armored forces that the Vostonians were so proud of were like harmless toys in the face of the terrifying beasts.

Marco suppressed his fear and anger and issued the command precisely.

He hoped to see the true face of the enemy, but he never succeeded.

Even with the aid of instruments, all one can see are twisted giant hooves, battle axes made of human skeletons, and various twisted limbs.

The only thing that could be clearly perceived was the roar from the abyss.

The burning of purity within this eldest son, the leader of the regiment, foreshadowed his risk of corruption.

The amulet bestowed upon him by the silver-white imperial angels was about to expire; even such sacred protection and unwavering will could not withstand the profound darkness.

The terrifying beast, from a distance of more than ten kilometers, affected him atop the high wall.

"By the Emperor, nothing can affect the purity and loyalty of the eldest son of Vostoria!"

Marco prayed softly, trying to stay conscious.

He had to be more resilient than his eldest sons on the battlefield, otherwise how could he face those soldiers?!

In the blurry image from the bird divination device, one can see that the eldest sons have been corrupted, with mutated limbs growing on their bodies.

But they continued to carry out orders and fire at the terrifying beasts.

Marco saw his father and eldest son in it, the two eldest sons driving super-heavy tanks into the hateful enemy.

The impact enraged the terrifying beast, whose flames turned the tank into molten iron, and the people inside were fused with the molten metal.

They gave everything for the Holy Emperor, forever atoning for their sins.

"Soon, soon..."

The eldest son, the regimental commander, felt a tightness in his chest, as if a lead weight had been inserted.

He clenched his fists and stared intently at the bird divination instrument; the sacrifices of his eldest sons had not been in vain.

The terrifying beast has already entered the pre-planned area, and it will soon face the wrath of Vostonia!

Ding Ding Ding ~
Suddenly, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out; it was the bell from Marco's pocket watch.

"Time is up!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at the colossal mechanical cannon, snapping out of his intense focus.

It was only then that Marco realized how hot the air was and how the smell of ozone filled his nostrils.

The plasma energy emanating from that giant cannon scorched and decomposed the surrounding air, even burning his exposed skin.

The dazzling plasma sphere almost blinded him.

"Praise be to Omnissiah!" The mechanical sage was in a state of extreme heat, and his mechanical parts turned crimson.

But he continued reciting the fervent binary hymn, growing ever more fervent, until the hymn reached its climax—

boom! ! !
The high wall suddenly trembled, and plasma beams poured out.

"Die, you evil abomination!"

Marco harbored immense hatred and anger.

With his wounded eyes, he stared intently at the monstrous beast, the culprit that had plunged Vostoria into its doom.

He desperately hoped that the other side would go to hell under the attack of the Mechanicus and be turned into charcoal in the high temperature!

Roar! ! ! ! !
Accompanied by a agonizing roar that shook the heavens.

The ultra-high temperature plasma beam covered the area where the terrifying beast was located, along with the armored forces within it.

(End of this chapter)